My friend

I am a glass of water
The glass of water that lives in the pitcher
Because you don't drink me anymore
You stopped being healthy a long time ago
You don't care to be cleansed
You're just a machine anyways
You'll be just fine with constructed poison
You'll be just fine as if your lungs were filled with carbon
You'll be fine
I am the book you re-read every year
Because I remind you of the brother you don't talk to anymore
I remind you that everything he did to you wasn't a game
It was real
It was wrong
You can never be safe
I remind you why blood is not a concern when you're deciding who you should trust
Because even brothers hurt sisters and sons hurt mothers
And the cycle is more polluted than the ocean has ever been
You read me to remember that you might have just one friend

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